[ Featuring O.G. Ron C. ]
When times get tough, imma keep it smooth, (pause) when im makin moves, aint got shit out here to prove
Ridin on the e way, headed south on 405, blowin on a fredwood, u cant see up in my ride, yea, textin makin plays, while im weaving thru the traffic, dont go thru my phone because the contents may be graphic, dont go thru my phone because the contents might be tragic, dont go thru my phone because u might just see me cappin, yea, met her last nite, but she know its on site, call me super mario how im all up in her pipes, yeeaaaaa
Reql life, no cap, imma dick u down make u take a nap, i met u at the club, now u in the car, i see the type of niggas u run wit, i raise the bar, like a reverse chin up, nigga i been up, you still talkin down, well nigga im sippin ten cups, of tea, for the ones who doubted me, and the ones that outted me, im ridin round the city like now u can finally see
Birdbox
I did this shit without one handout, they wanted a qp, i told em send the band out, i aint talking bout no trumpets, or guitars, but itll be a couple drums and some sticks, at ya car, if u try me, lately been treadin lightly, cuz i know the feds, would love to 6ix9ine me,
But i, dont, move, like a simp, thats a no, always, know, the stakes, of the, dice, imma roll,
My paperwork straight, you can check my bmi, birdbox ass niggas, take the blindfold off ya eyes, aint no surprise,
The hustles dont match, a general of mine nigga, i deserve a patch, call a quarantine when im rollin out the pack, because the only niggas hittin this wood, carry an axe, and i aint ask how u feel about it, its 42oh, the realest nigga still around it, im gone
